Tag: protein

So I have been trying to take care of myself. Sounds kind-a-like-a no brainer, but we wives and moms, tend to forget that skill while we’re learning how to take care of everybody else.

I had to make some big steps through a Doctor, a nutritionist and trainer, but don’t worry, if you can’t do that – its the little things we add to our daily routine that keep us moving forward.

The water bottle one of my adult children bought me really makes a difference to my water intake. The water tastes so good in ‘Swell’.

The natural thyroid and enzyme supplements I take every morning seem to be helping.

Today I smiled when I decided to get extra water in by drinking a small glass with each supplement, and vitamin. It was a slow process but I purposefully made it that way, no need to rush.

Three or so years ago I cut out specific food groups, which may not be for everyone but it definitely helped me. One of new favourite cookbooks is called: “Against the Grain”.

Two years ago I made a point to not buy or drink alcohol in my home, regardless if it is considered an acceptable social trend. Who knows I may be able to cut out coffee soon too.

Yesterday I smiled while I took the time to rub cream on my arms.

Last night I smiled while I rubbed essential oils on my face and feet.

I am getting better at making protein drinks when I don’t necessarily feel like eating a meal.

Out of the blue I decided to grow my hair longer.

I bought my first belt in ten years, about one month ago, and now I am on the third notch.

There’s a shirt I wear that now hangs like it was meant to, rather than bunching up on top of my hips.

I am able to lift things easier, and my energy has improved.

Oh yes I bought a diffuser and run lavender oil beside my bed all night long.

Now when I exercise I enjoy the stretching at the end of the workout the best. Several years ago I really enjoyed the fellowship at boot camp, but this time ’round I am enjoying solitude and concentration, at my personal pace.

I keep a journal of the food I eat, and sometimes I forget to write in it, and that’s okay.

I don’t get on the scale and I won’t for at least a year – maybe never.

And goals, I have BIG goals, but I have a distinct feeling success is in the little things.